Footy Fans And Cannibals

[ChillDoubt]

A plane flying from Liverpool to Dublin gets really, really off course and crashes in the jungle. Everyone survives the landing, but they are captured by a tribe of cannibals. By luck, their chief was educated in England and separates the passengers into two groups, Irish and Scousers.

A huge pot is prepared and a neighbouring tribe are invited for dinner. As several Dubliners are tipped into the bubbling cauldron, the visiting chief asks what is for dinner.

"It is something I learned to love in the UK," says the chief. "It's called Irish Stew."

"And what do you use them for?" asks the visitor, pointing at the cage holding several shuffling, sweary Scousers.

"Oh, we just throw one of them in if the stew needs thickening up."